Dill Pickles. Love them but they give me nightmares! :eek:
Just since I’ve gotten older: Fried onions, onion rings and beans, specifically Mexican refried beans. Horrible gas, bad enough to clear a room. Even the dog leaves.
Burger King’s onions rings are really tasty, but a couple of hours later - oh, boy. Nasty stuff.
There’s a great mom-and-pop Mexican restaurant near us that’s wonderful, and their refried beans are incredible, but they really do a number on my digestive tract.
I love garlic, but it gives me a killer migraine the next day.
Which sucks, because it’s in damn near everything these days.
Oh, I forgot about migraine triggers. Shrimp and sourdough bread will give me a migraine. Too much yogurt can trigger one.
Spicy food - anything more than a mild spice and I definitely regret it later.
Green peppers. Yellow and red are fine, but eat a few green ones and tummy problems insue.
My hubbie, it’s beer. Yep, more than one and it’s time to abandon all hope ye who enter our home. It’s been so bad, HE’S gagging. A beer with a mexican meal or chili? As much as I love my hubbie, that’s too much for anyone to take.
Does Todai counts? 
Blackened anything, but more specifically blackened whitefish. That stuff never digests easily.
Habanero peppers and habanero jack cheese. It started when I ate a dried one. It burned in my mouth. I could track the peppers progress through by system by the pain, and it burned on the way out. But I can’t help it. I love them so.
I luv chilli beanies, curse you, Bulliwinkle.
The spirits are about to speak, “Pfft!” :eek:
Beef Stroganoff. I love it, but it often gives me the runs. Actually, so do Chips with sour cream and onion flavoring.
I love, love, love Red Vines, but discovered they really don’t like me. I spent Valentine’s Day in the fetal position thanks to the tasty little bastards.
Peanut Butter. Love it.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t love me. More accurately, people don’t love me after I eat it. It has a rather, ummm, gasseous effect on me. Deadly to 30 yards.
I can’t eat too much onion or garlic without starting to ooze the scent out my pores. It’s like I’m a scratch-and-sniff for a picture of an italian eatery.
Gyros are the food of my youth. Between the creamy deliciousness of the tatziki cucumber sauce and the lamb/beef alloy with caraway spices, and their cumulative effect on the environment after I eat one, gyros are but a fond memory.
I can still eat my butter and garlic fries though, dammit
(yeah, that’s right, butter AND garlic on french fries, woo hoo!)
Pickled garlic with diced habaneros. I chased myself out of my apartment one time after eating too much. It’s sad when a man can’t stew in his own juices. Running away from someone else’s fumes is one thing, but damn! Even my dog Scooter was giving me dirty looks.
Also, Bob’s Salt & Vinegar potato chips. I know it’s time to stop when I start to develop sores in my mouth. But they’re soooo gooood!
For me, it’s the Caesar salad at a certain lunch place near me at work. It’s got to be the dressing. The problem is, I love Caesar salad. And because I used to eat there on an infrequent basis, I’d forget about how the Caesar salad really loosened the old bowels. So I’d get a salad, and thirty minutes later there I am, planted firmly on the toilet. That stuff can’t get out of me fast enough.
Too many raw vegetables can make me curl up on the bed for hours with caltrops jostling around in my tummy. Ouch, just thinking about it hurts. Like Odinoneeye, my doctor told me to lay off the raw vegetables. How many times has your doctor said that?
Oh man, I just had a bad time after a few slices of pizza. It never used to bother me, but I haven’t had any in several months and I’ve been eating more organic things in the interim.
Quite a few hours of abdominal hell. I guess the stomach got used to all the freshness and couldn’t take the processing.
I had to quit frozen meals (Lean Cuisine and Healthy Choice) for similar reasons.